Roseburg review. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 1885-1920, 1887-02-18
NO. 46.
TIE LIBERTINE.
Picture of Citu Lie.


With polished manners and studied men,
lie stalks around the worldly scene, =
lis outward grace attractive to the view,
His vices many, but his virtues few;
He looks around to see whom he can devouI.
yoluptuously fingers in the ialiys bower.
His conscience scared as with red hot iron,
He loy the company OF each guilty syrcn;
The movement of his eyes his covetous will obeys
lie knows womankinds weak and trusting ways.
He'll Ingratiate his manners and his mind
Chat he thinks is unequal in this world to iind)
He may be rich in gold, that don't atone his vice,
Good society he enters it is SO YER, nice;
By its association that sery act will screen
All his pscl Adilloes that are iikelT TO be seen;
He's proud, an upstart from his very birth,
That pride is oft mistaken for meritoI worth.
He Will delude his siends when best to be sincere
The charges that are laid to him can't be rccounted
hero,
But then his position in the social scsle
As refuge there he fees, that ends the tale,
And oft he fan in love but his love is not sincere
And that kind of love virtuous girl should fear,
For he is a libertine and soriid cares for naueht
Except to take from innocence thatfor what crusa
ders fought.
He chuckies over the conqucsts h has made,
But all his conquests have an eye to trade
Yet Icrhaps he'll b99u'e some innocent create C
With every form of virtue in character and feature
They marry, but what then VIC ask?
time they live in dalIiance, and then begins the
task;
IIii licentious habits cannot be "hOok of soon,
At her appeals fo= co nstancy shs nay talk the
moon.
n
lie has the gold and that can scandal kill
His satellites around have quite open palm.
(of course to them it does moro good than harIn)
But his poor wife at h cme left to dark despair,
prey to grief and nearly killed with care.
ell what Of her she's nothing now TO I'mg
And at her entreaties his heart is llous and dim;
He loves to carouse neglectful o. his trust
While she is anxiousy waiting with heart ready to
burst;
Now she sees too late and ekes out her bitter life
This Is the sad end of the libertines fond VIE,
She olasped her dear babe to her broken hearted
breast,
Unoved she lived alone she died. but nov she is at
rest,
And now she is dead, to the cold damp grave she
taken,
The lovely child she left IS alas 70 rsaken;
The lberti goes to his idols so vicious,
For him tits life, to him it is deiiciei
AT last falls sick, disease win cankering KILL
No use of fnostrums for it is the Almigbtys will
Remorse comes on but contrtion can't call back
The that fondly loved he's tortured to the ra ok
lingering pal nful death slow and sure it works
To him in delirium her Split lowering IL ks,
And gazes rcproachfully in his deceitful eye,
Hark. she calls him traitor to the holy me 1age tie
At ls nquiringly he calls or his friend of old,
That friend steps forth to gaze the man of geld
In his if It thrces th, hpyoerite for mercy cried
His friend points upwa-d, says, ''By heaven it il
denicin
He dies and laid next to her he had rudey spurned
Even the worms away from his vile CT -cass turned
Perhaps scientists in ages to come this soil will turr
When he has rotted beneath the pompous marble
| And find the bones of him that figures in thi
lythme,
| Pronounce them Of an extinct Asnmoa Of A nte
/ scripsuraI time
H.H.w